Death Theater

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to he house of horrors, the theater where it all happens in reality. Hope you are sitting comfortable and have a good view of he stage, even in the far back rows. I see that we are sold out. No empty chairs. Well, you are right to have come here tonight. I assure you that you’ll be amused mightily and enjoy seeing what happens here on our stage.

Tonight we feature, as always, a real execution. Not fake, no acting, no, the real thing. We have a victim, who volunteered to be killed for you.

Ladies and gentlemen, give a hearty welcome applause to our girl. Here she is. Jenny!!!”
From behind a side curtain a completely nude girl is led on a leash by a leather-clad woman, otherwise she’s not shackled but does meekly follow her leading lady.

A huge applause sounds from the audience, mixed with some yelling. Male and female voices. The public is clearly excited to see such a delicious body appear in splendid nakedness. Small perky but large nippled breasts, wide hips, a slightly sloping belly with a juicy baldly shaved love entrance between two sexy and well-formed thighs. She has large dark eyes, is black haired and tries to smile without much success to her audience, blinking against the stage lights directed at her. But the lady, who holds the leash, motions the girl to bow towards the cheering crowd in their plush theater seats. She does so dutifully, her breasts swaying appetizingly under her bent frame. It causes the applause to swell.

When the audience finally quiets down, the man who had earlier spoken, now turns to the nude girl and addresses her.

“Welcome to the theater of death, Jenny. Can you tell us why you volunteered to be killed?”
“I don’t know exactly.  I have a very submissive nature and have always felt a strong urge to give pleasure to others. For some reason I think it’s exciting. I hope to experience that intensely when I’m thrill-killed. All my life I have fantasized about that.”

“But Jenny, the spectacle of putting you to death is no doubt a delight for us, gratifying actually, but for you it isn’t.”

“I know. I don’t really look forward to it. But my fantasy will become reality for once in my life. That is, if it really pleases you to kill me.”

“Well, as I said, will probably be no fun for you, but for us it will indeed be a spectacle to behold. You’ll be killed with high voltage electricity.”

“Like on an electric chair? Oh my, that’s one of my favorite fantasies.”

“Yes, my dear, we have a fully equipped electric chair for you. Here it is…!” The man steps away and another curtain opens revealing a big heavy wooden chair, bolted to an elevation on the floor and with all kind of leather restraints attached to it. Behind the chair various electrical appliances are attached to the wall, including a big switch-handle and a large electric clock.

“Now, dear Jenny”, the man resumes, “Now that you have seen the chair on which you will meet your death, are you sure that you still want to please us?”

“Well… yes sir.”

Have you ever felt electricity on your body?

“No sir.”

“You mean you have never felt even an electric shock?”

“No sir. They say it hurts. At home I always take care not to touch electrical wires”
“Aren’t you afraid then”?

“Yes sir, I am, but I want to serve you and your audience. It won’t take too long I guess, and knowing it will end with my termination will help me get though it. I won’t have to worry about it later, I’ll be dead.”

It’s apparently a satisfying answer, because the man now turns away from Jenny to look at he lady holding the leash. He smiles and then addresses the audience. “Friends,” he says, “please give my wife a hearty applause. She is here to help me make Jenny’s demise even more exciting.”
A welcome applause is indeed heard in response. The audience is getting in the mood. One can feel it.

The lady holding the naked girl’s leash bows, smiling with appreciation. Then, shortening the leash, she pulls her slowly toward herself and, still smiling, says: “I understand you are a very dutiful and obedient girl, Jenny. You like to give pleasure, right?

“Yes madam.”

“That’s nice,” the lady says, “Would you mind showing that to our public, I mean before we murder you?”

“What… here?”

“Yes here on stage.”

“… I did not count on that madam....”

“So what?”

“I thought I would only be killed.”

You will, dear, but consider this as an intro for the audience. To wet our appetite.”
The naked girl bows her head and nods meekly. ”If I have to…”

“That’s right. I would suggest we let the audience wait for a few moments before we end your life over there” (she points to he chair). “You see,” she continues, “my husband and I had sex this afternoon. We were in high spirits. The prospect of killing a girl always arouses us. He is a real man and has spritzed a lot of his cum into me. So now I want you to show the audience if you really are as submissive as you say.”

“Yes madam.“

“Oh Jenny, you’re so sweet ”, the lady laughs while caressing Jenny’s cheek, “I’ll show you what I want.” And putting her hands on Jenny’s bare shoulders she presses her down onto her knees. Then, with a quick gesture she unbuckles her leather skirt and lets it fall around her ankles, revealing two very sexy thighs. All she wears now below her waist is a small white triangle. The audience gasps. The little garment shows a wet stain. She is aroused.

“Show us how submissive you are,” she says. “Go on, get me clean before we sacrifice you. Get my panties down and suck my husbands muck out of me.”

Jenny lowers her eyes, then briefly faces the audience before lifting her head to look up at the lady before her. She has no options in her subdued position, and so she obeys. Held on short lease on her knees, she puts her hands on the woman’s hips and pulls down he small piece of clothing, revealing a perfect smoothly shaven love entrance. Then she bends forward and the audience, again gasping with excitement, witness how she sticks her tongue out and enters her mistress.

The theater hall becomes completely silent.

Jenny tries to tongue up whatever seed the man has left inside her mistress. Soft sucking and slurping sounds are audible for a long time. Jenny’s head, gripped by two strong hands, is seen to be pushed firmly between the woman’s thighs. This really is a very submissive girl, and she is being hugely degraded in front of this large audience. Several hesitant cheers break through the silence. No doubt the actions on stage cause many women to wriggle on their seats and to feel for the crotch of their spouses.

It’s indeed a sight to behold and quite arousing to see how Jenny’s breasts wobble and to hear how her mistress begins to moan. Suddenly the woman cries out loud and explodes, gripping Jenny’s hair pushing her face hard into her abdomen, as if to keep her pleasure ever lasting.

Then she sags and collapses panting over the naked body of the nude girl who has so well cleaned her love door. Both of them sprawl onto the stage floor. It takes more than a full minute. But finally the lady rises again. Slowly and elegantly she puts her garments on again, then draws Jenny to her feet on the leash. The humiliated girl’s mouth glistens with cum and sexual moisture, her face showing the expression of a devoted dog. A thunderous applause breaks from the audience.

Now the speaker of he house, who has been standing by, smiling, makes a wide gesture, inviting the two women to the electric chair. Jenny hesitates. It’s the first and only time the audience sees her waver. But the lady drags her by the leash forward and brings her to the chair. There she stops, kisses the girl extensively on her mouth, unbuckles the collar and puts the leash away.

No words are spoken.

The hall fills with a hushed silence.

Until the woman says: “Well, Jenny, that was really obedient. I liked that. Pity I can’t use your servitudes after to night. I don’t like to fuck you when you are a dead body. Now please go and sit down on that chair.

The girl fixes her eyes on her mistress, who smiles to encourage her. Then Jenny seems to turn her gaze inward. It’s obvious that she realizes that those will be her last steps before being executed to amuse the audience. The lady takes her by the hand and briefly pats her little round bottom, turning her around to exhibit her once gain to the audience. Slightly blushing from what actually looks excitement, Jenny ascends the small elevated platform with the electric chair and obediently sinks down on the hard wooden seat. She lowers her eyes, and waits.

The lady briefly contemplates her, then bends over and kisses Jenny once more on the mouth.

Rather long...

Wen the kiss is finally broken she takes her leave by saying, “Well Jenny, you are wonderful and very sweet, it will be a delight to murder you.”

The silence in the hall the silence of the audience continues. There is tension in the air.
The speaker and his wife now get each to a side of the chair. Taking Jenny’s hands, they fix her wrists with leather bands to the armrests of he chair. Each cuff contains a small copper plate on the inside, which is to press against Jenny’s skin. They are the conduits of the high voltage that will soon be applied to suck the life out of her naked body. The two then kneel down and fix the girl’s slender ankles to the chair’s sturdy legs, using similar leather bands attached to the wooden frame of the execution seat. They then do the same with Jenny’s upper arms and thighs, which are forced apart by the belts, showing the audience her most intimate folds. It takes a while until the copper plates are positioned correctly, but in the end all Jenny’s limbs are secured firmly.

Finally the man takes Jenny by her hair and pushes her head against the wooden back of the chair. It holds another leather strap with a copper plate. His wife wraps it around Jenny’s throat and buckles it firmly in place with its plate over the girl’s larynx. Now Jenny cannot any more escape, as she is completely immobilized in the chair. The man and the women step back and bow to the public.

A decent applause.

But the two are not finished. While Jenny follows them with her eyes, as much as she is allowed by her throat band, she sees them handle some electric wires, that, as the audience sees, are connected to he electrical appliances behind her back. The still half undressed lady now bends over to talk to Jenny, causing her to look straight into the woman’s eyes. “Listen, Jenny, we are now going to attach three wires to your body,” she says, “Two go into your breasts and one will be between your legs. They serve as extra conduits to lead the electricity into your sexual organs. Putting them there will hurt a bit, but not much and only briefly. You’ll feel only a short sting. We need to pierce your flesh to put hem in place.”

“Why?” Jenny asks almost whispering.
 
“We need these conduits to boost the erotic flavor of your execution.”

“Erotic flavor… you mean…?” Jenny asks with a thin voice.

“Well Jenny, dear, for you it’s maybe exciting too, but we do this mainly for our audience. These people paid a lot of money to witness your execution and they want to see your sex roasted.”

Jenny does not reply, blushes a little more and then lowers her eyes again. Restrained as she is she has no choice anyway.

The lady then nods to her husband. The man coarsely grabs one breast and pulls out its nipple.

One can see Jenny biting her lip. Carefully the woman pushes the gleaming copper end of one wire right through that stretched nipple. Jenny cries out briefly as her flesh is pierced. But no blood is seen. The wire is quickly secured with tape. Another short wail sounds loud through the hall as Jenny’s other nipple is perforated. Its wire is fixed with another piece of tape.

Then, bravely, Jenny becomes quiet again, only breathing hard.

The lady now puts a calming hand on Jenny’s damp forehead and softly speaks some words. “Bite on your tongue dear, this will hurt a bit more,” she says. Sweat can be seen to appear on Jenny’s stern. Her eyes lock onto those of he woman, as if to draw comfort from them. Then the man bends over. Jenny’s legs, so nicely spread, cannot be closed, although it’s clear she tries in vain to bring her knees together. The man moves in with the third wire. Jenny starts to tremble all over. He fumbles with his fingers, catching her little female folds, then finds the little pleasure bulb. It causes Jenny to gasp, half in pain, half in pleasure. Pleasure mainly, because she is apparently aroused already so much that she reacts by convulsing in what looks like a violent orgasm.

At that very moment the wire is pushed straight into her clitoris. The girl shrieks violently.

Then it’s done.

Initially it leaves Jenny sobbing quietly, but finally she regains a semblance of control, panting heavily.

Soon silence returns. Only Jenny’s hard breathing is heard. She looks at the man and the woman alternatively, knowing her death is imminent. Those in the audience who watch closely can see that her wired nipples have become large and hard and that Jenny’s crotch, with its third taped wire, shows signs of glistening moisture. The girl again seems to get high on arousal.

And at her side her mistress looks very excited too.

Now the man turns to the audience and asks them for absolute silence. “You are going to witness a girl being put to death on an electric chair with conducting wires attached to her sexual organs. If you are aroused by it, please try to wait until you get to bed with your spouse or lover. Don’t start too much fumbling in the theater. We don’t want you to really mess around here. But you may applause after Jenny is dead. That much I will grant you. With a glance at the clock, he adds, “Now, let’s see, we have a few moments left before I turn on the electricity.”

Then the man addresses Jenny, who looks at him with apprehension, her gleaning eyes wide and large. She can’t move her head much, but her eyes are free. The Lady’s hand remains on Jenny’s stern, but her other hand now caresses the leather between her legs.

No words are spoken.

“Well, Jenny, this is it,” the woman says. In a few seconds my dear husband will send the current through your fine body and we will watch your life sucked out of you and enjoy the scene. Are you ready?”

All Jenny can do is blink with her eyes. She tries to smile bravely, sweat dripping all over her body.

Behind her the clock moves on. Its big hand slowly approaches the thin red stripe marking the hour of her death.

There is absolute silence.

Finally the lady takes her hand off Jenny’s stern, and starts rhythmically massaging lower body, her face blessed with anticipation and arousal.

Then it’s time.

“Enjoy!” the man cries out to the public, and he pulls he switch-handle all the way down…!

Immediately Jenny’s body shakes wildly. Her whole naked body begins to convulse. Her fingers spread wide open on her imprisoned hands, her knees shake so hard that it’s good the chair is bolted to the floor. Jenny’s breasts with the wires attached heave and shudder like little flags. She opens her mouth wide. But her voice fails, no doubt because the current, coursing through the metal against her throat, silences her vocal cords. In its soundless scream her mouth slowly fills itself with white foam.

It’s hard to see whether or not Jenny’s experiences any orgasmic pleasure. But the wrecking convulsions of her whole shackled body are great to watch. Her whole nude frame quakes and trembles furiously. Her eyes pop out and her tongue appears through the froth between her mute widely opened lips. Her whole body is gleaming wet with sweat. Her large dark eyes roll upwards, showing white, her nipples turn dark red and her crotch, also darkening quickly, begin to emit tiny drops of moisture together with small wisps of smoke. The copper plates in the restraining belts do their work well, shaking in concert with all of Jennie’s limbs. The wooden chair squeaks and rattles. The little slack allowed by the band around her throat, causes Jenny to bang her head repeatedly hard against the wooden back of the electric chair.

It’s a wonderful sight. The lady, her eyes devouring Jenny death trusts, now grabs her crotch with both hands, cries out loud and climaxes. In the throws of orgasm she sags deliriously through her knees onto the floor.

The incredibly erotic sight of Jenny’s convulsing body lasts minutes. To prolong her agony and to lengthen the killing show for the audience, the man waits until the electricity causes Jenny’s shaking to gradually become more and more mechanical. It’s a telling sign that the high voltage is ending her life.

Finally the man pulls the switch handle up.

Immediately Jenny’s wet and naked body goes limp, her head snaps down, but her drooling mouth and white eyes remain fully open. A trickle of liquid, most likely urine, slowly drips between Jenny’s legs, off the chair and on to the floor.

The man and his wife – who has gotten up from the floor, still panting after her orgasm - now approach the chair from both sides. They carefully feel Jenny’s wrists and then softly press their fingers aside her throat.

They shake their heads and smile.

No pulse.

Jenny is killed, she is dead.

The couple bows, and the audience bursts into a standing ovation.